Why can't life always be *that* sweet?

Ugh. What a night.

Last night, I got into a 'discussion' with my other half about moving to Portland. I'm pretty much decided, but he's hesitant. His hesitation taps into so much deeper emotions than pure volition alone. I hate to give the ultimatum, but I've pretty much done it. I want to move away from Eugene, if even just for a year or so. 

But, the discussion turned rather dark and philosophical, so I felt rather rotten by the time we had to fall asleep.  I couldn't sleep until 4ish, so I got most of my sleep after he left this morning. I woke up at 11:59pm- ha! before noon! I honestly have never been one to understand optimists, or really anyone that has a purely positive outlook on life. I've been told I'm going to die young because of that.

Anyways, off to make baked sweet potato fries and a couple of Boca patties.